Basta... [English translation]

Bastard you're hurting me

One day or another I will throw you down the stairs

I won't be around and after that I will go to eat

And there the police will find me.

You were with the manager

But look a bit what you have done

And what I have to bear

It is the drop that floods

a vase* with too many cracks

that slowly, slowly, slowly breaks.

Oh, it is our love story

Oh, only dust that makes the heart go faster.

Bastard you're hurting me

One day or another I will throw you down the balcony

Then I will call your mother and tell her:

"Mrs, Merry Christmas, you daughter Gwendolyn is dead."

Oh, it is our love story

Oh, only dust that makes the heart go faster.

Oh, it is our love story...

Oh, only drops that don't let sleep

Oh, it is our love story

Oh, only dust that makes the heart go faster...

Oh, it is our love story...

Oh, only drops that don't let sleep, sleep, sleep.

Oh!

Oh!

• Artist:Fabrizio Moro
• Album:Pensa (2007)